Midnight City. A glittering, flawed jewel nestled in the center of the universe's eye. Midnight City, the unspeakable promise of... of...
Fuck you are way too concussed for fancy prose.
You've woken up in some pretty nasty places, and most of them were your own fault. Sticky bar floors, back alleys, blood-spattered hotel rooms and--in one particularly memorable incident-- inside a coffin with 3 other guys, only one of whom was actually a corpse. But you digress.
And you could honestly stand to digress a whole lot more before you're forced to deal with the reality of your current happenstance. God knows your head hurts enough for a couple digressions.
It stinks. Like blood and shit and the residue of other various biological processes.
And speaking of biological processes...
You lean forward and vomit onto the cement. You hope you didn't vomit onto your shoes. You like your shoes.
What? Just because you don't appear to have any bones or joints or internal organs doesn't mean you're always at 100%. Cut a guy a break.
